Canoeing silently at North Bend, I always have a deer encounter or two. Deer are curious about humans in silent conveyances. They'll stand and watch you draw closer and closer.
I've learned to paddle hard when I see a deer watching me, then put the paddle down and let my momentum carry me silently closer and closer.
This lovely young buck has shed his red summer coat and the short gray hairs of his winter coat are just growing in.
I marvel at the elasticity and springiness of deer, the potential energy stored in those haunches, the thump and bound locomotion that carries them kangaroo-like out of my sphere.
and he's gone.